Rating: 5 out of 5

A great companion to the Harold Fry story. Enjoyed learning Queenie’s side of the story. Very sad in places. But beautiful.

Highlighted passages:

If only memory were a library with everything stored where it should be.

Sometimes you can love something not because you instinctively connect with it but because another person does, and keeping their things in your heart takes you back to them.

I didn’t want support. I had hosiery for that. I wanted love.

It is a hard thing, as I said, this learning to love. But it is an even harder thing, I think, to learn to be ordinary.

‘Because if you picture other people like you, you will no longer be alone. And when you share, you see that your own sorrow is not so big or special. You are only another person feeling sad, and soon it will pass and you will be another person, feeling happy. It takes the sting out of life, I find, when you realize you are not alone.’

Originally posted to my Goodreads account